An Unfortunate Situation

Here's my story: Last spring, during that time when the sun is warm but there's still snow on the ground, I decided to go running. Not knowing how warm I would get, I started the run with my mittens. About a mile and a half in I got hot and took them off. Then at mile 2 and a half I checked my pockets and one of them was gone! Tragedy! I tried to backtrack a little to see if I could see it but I couldn't and I gave up, hoping some homeless person would find it and have one warm hand. My next thought was about how I would have to make some more, but generally having a Scarlett O'Hara approach to life I put it out of my head and finished my run.

Since then I have made no mittens and now it is snowing. This is unfortunate indeed.

By the time I actually make some mittens the snow will probably be melting again, and I will have gone the whole winter with cold hands.

My Brain Doesn't Work

I realized tonight that my energy and brain power can only do so much. My limits are reached by simple daily life: driving and working, chasing a brilliant and very handsome ball of energy who is nearly two years old, and making sure I have clean underwear. I simply have very little head room for anything else, and unfortunately that anything else extends to my knitting. I have lately attempted to learn new skills and work on adventurous projects, and while this philosophy has been very fruitful in the past, at the moment it falls flat. Like, I don't even want to look at those projects, much less work on them.

The only projects I'm interested in doing right now are small ones that require absolutely no thought. Sigh...

I like them, small thoughtless projects. They're very relaxing to me at the moment.

I started a lovely little hat for my boy. Very simple and cute. He has an adorable hat that his grandma made for him, which he wears all of the time, like even in the bath all of the time, but it's going to get very cold and he needs choices. That's the beauty of being able to knit. Choices.